Army of Me lyrics : "Thinking It Over"
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
Wha-wha-what?
I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it?
When i'm in texas i'm bumpin' screw music
With big mike and scarface with luke luke
Me and lil' crook like bo and luke duke
When i'm in miami i go to scoop luke
To see the peep show and hit some duke shoot
Went to branson back to back lex coupe
Up in 'harlem world' in my timb boots
Two suckers had beef so i watched them shoot
Called up benny rat copped a bullet proof
Seen t-funk he took us to the fruit
Then he went to the tunnell and brought down the roof
Mink coats and moet $%&^$%&^x dripping sweat
Slang a cassette to funkmaster flex
And now i'm bumping on east coast tape decks
Went from swatch to platinum rolex
S.d. jersey we getting more sex flow next go next
I say i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
Wha-wha-what?
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing hood hood
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing low ridah
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing hood hood
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing low ridah
If my ^!$$%s can't eat then y'all ^!$$%s can't sleep
I just begun to creep 'nightmares on elm street'
Release from jones beach to south beach capeesh?
Kicking dust as i bust $%&^x peace
And all them crooked cops on the beat
My ^!$$%s bring the funk like your grandpa feet
'til death do us part' save my bullets for the charts
With darts like hbo watching 'after dark'
No love for a mark even less for a trick
That wanna be like mike mike who? my dick
Real $%&^x hot nicks
Run wit my ^!$$%s that ain't got %#@!
Pop $%&^x and peddle poetry for profit
One time out for mine but can't stop it
Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
So i bring obnoxious infected lah that be toxic
Leave the crime scene spotless
Mix the green with the chocolate here's the topic
^!$$%s synchronize your watches
We going in wit nothing but a clan logo
Mr. meth i'm running loco mother$#&@er
(dmx)
I say i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
Wha-wha-what?
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing hood hood
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing low ridah
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing hood hood
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing low ridah
I got a wicked flow and i'm gonna kick it
Yo feel the pressure
Snatching ^!$$%s up just like change off the dresser
^!$$%s hit me with the best $%&^x then what?
I shake that bull%#@! off then go nutz
I've been down too long can't a $%&^$%&^$%&^$%&^ show me nothing
Y'all $%&^xx ^!$$%s is ducking me like you owe me something
I got more homies than an ese but let's say
I couldn't talk you wouldn't walk my way on your best day
The best way you can hope to get close to me
Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be
The first time you start acting $%&^$%&^x strange
Best to be ducking range talking $%&^x wearing a $%&^$%&^x chain
I break ^!$$%s like promises split 'em open like thomas'
And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
Attitude that doesn't mind doing time
I say i can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it?
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
Wha-wha-what?
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing hood hood
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing low ridah
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing hood hood
I'm too sexy for my mother$#&@ing low ridah
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